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Ferdinand

FreeWriting

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

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Melody sans

FreeWriting

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

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Jeremylxix

FreeWriting

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

The emptiness within me

This poem is written by Jonathan J. Smith from England. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

The emptiness within me
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Drich The Poet

FreeWriting

To My Lover 💌

All I can say is I'm in love.

To My Lover 💌
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Chaeme

FreeWriting

The day after tomorrow.

Through this day, you absconded with my heart. Tearing me slowly apart, with your eyes trembling, and ready to let me go. And I, always ready. Waiting for you to revert to someone who you was. Today you said goodbye, but still my arms are open for you. Let me remind you the things that we have done together. Those nights that was deleterious for me to face, you protected me. Those days when I was facing dilemmas, you solved it for me. At times that I was facing almost my death, you tried to make

The day after tomorrow.
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Wolfnitikum

FreeWriting

Pluto

This was inspired by my journey towards self acceptance and love.

Pluto
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Trust

Trust takes time to build It’s not an easy thrill But with patience and honest words It will grow strong and still It’s knowing someone’s your friend That gives hope and good cheer No matter what comes your way Trust will always be here Trust can be hard for some But for others it comes easy It’s the bond we share That makes us truly free.

Trust
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Shukdeb Mazumder

FreeWriting

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Long path, I can belong to you very easily when she is with me holding my hand steadily. Darkness, hark, don't be boastful, you must be defeated soon because she is my companion now, who is the next-door neighbor of moon. In the rain, she is my raincoat, in the winter, blanket, in the den of despair she is my outlet. A true friend of mine she is, my lifemate, lifejacket, invaluable, rich! © Shukdeb | 06-07-2022

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder
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ORA

FreeWriting

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

A letter from the heart
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Paul

FreeWriting

Valentine's poem

Valentine's gift

Valentine's poem
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Robbie_ranel

FreeWriting

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

The Other Man's Tragedy
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Moni

FreeWriting

Greatest Poem collection

Beautiful poems who shows inner awakening, friendship, love, death.

Greatest Poem collection
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Immortal October

FreeWriting

Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

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Alex O'bor

FreeWriting

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Strength of Mind

A powerful force, yet so hard to find The strength that lies deep within our minds It's a state of being that's so divine The courage to stand up and be kind The power of choice, it's never too late To stand up and make your life great It's in the moments we have to decide That we can choose to be strong inside The strength of will, it sets us apart To strive for our goals and our hearts It's the light that guides us through the night To keep our spirits shining bright The strength of hope that

Strength of Mind
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Angle Write

FreeWriting

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

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